Page 59 of Arran's Obsession
Consciousness came with a flex of my limbs then bringing them around the man on me.Inme. Arran slept, but his dick was still buried in my pussy, and still semi hard. I’d woken once already to find him fucking me, or playing with me in some way, but I’d been so tired I’d just let him continue without participating.
If he’d needed me awake, he would’ve made me so.
I didn’t hate it either. It felt like the beginnings of an addiction. The rush of desire and lust and need so incredible all I wanted was more.
It was new, the position we were in, both naked, hugging, connected. Throughout the past week, I’d often woken to himholding me, but he’d jump away the moment he realised. Now, he only hugged me closer.
Inside me, he pulsed, and I drove my knees into the bed and shifted on top of him. Riding him. Arran blinked his eyes open, his hands going to my hips. Then one came up to feel my heavy breast. I rolled my hips, working him in and out of me. This felt so good. All sweaty and sticky. Covered in him. I could taste him in my mouth. I didn’t care. Only needed more.
I’d also never done this before, but with everything between us hostile, if he blamed me for my technique, or the lack of it, I could happily tell him where to go. Instead, Arran thrust into me, his eyes darkening with pleasure that jolted through me in a lightning strike.
Then he opened his damn mouth. “Don’t come.”
Oh, fuck him.
“Fine,” I gritted out.
When everything was over between us, I was buying a vibrator and spending a week in my bed.
I kept working his dick, changing the pace so it didn’t chase my pleasure. It was hard, though. My body was so ready for this. Need infected every cell. My skin tingled. Parts of me I’d never felt in my life bloomed with pleasure.
Deep inside, I spasmed.
Abruptly, Arran flipped me onto my back and withdrew from me. Kneeling over me, he jacked his fist then came over my chest with a groan of pleasure.
When his breathing regulated, a grin spread, satisfaction clear. “One of the only things I didn’t do to you in the night.”
Then he drove his fingers into the mess and spread it all over my chest, coating my nipples and covering my skin.
I grumbled and climbed from the bed, cum dripping down me. “Good for you, big man.”
He came after me, slapped my ass, then passed to enter the bathroom first. The shower went on, and he extracted a fresh set of towels from the cupboard. “Get cleaned up then dress. We’re leaving in a couple of hours.”
My amusement fled. “Back to the city.”
“Back to reality.” He paused at the door, the thundering of the shower filling the space between us. “It changes things.”
“I know. We no longer have to lock ourselves away. We can be apart for more than two hours.”
Arran lifted his chin. If he had anything else to say, he didn’t bother, leaving me alone to get ready to leave.
At dusk, we left his rooms. Arran had said goodbye to his friends already, but one of them, Jamieson, walked with us.
On the steps outside the house, I paused.
All week, the picture Cassie had shown me upstairs had played on my mind. The identity of the child had flickered at the very edge of my consciousness until a memory joined it. I stopped dead.
“I’m just going to say goodbye to Cassie,” I told the men.
She’d watched from the top of the stairs but hadn’t come down.
Arran let me go, Jamieson talking to him low about something.
Across the entrance hall, I quickly climbed the flight but found the hall empty. Good. Scanning the pictures, I found the one I wanted. The sweet toddler in the rainbow dungarees grinned back at me. Holy hell. I really did know them. I even remembered those dungarees in real life.
My mind raced over the connection. Who were they to Arran? At the point I’d met the child, their mother as I believed her to be, had been twenty-two, and dating my father. But she definitely wasn’t Arran’s mother. She wasn’t old enough. Maybe the child was a niece or nephew?
That didn’t explain why he kept a picture in his office, or why he’d been searching like Cassie had said.